Once again, I do not own the original idea for this; I am merely a small player in the universe created by Kenny N Gamera, and populated by other writers who are more talented than I. That said, I think I shall be sticking around for a while longer...I have a few more story ideas I want to bang out first, and they won't get out of my brain unless I type them out. Ah well...to anyone reading, I'm truly apologetic for putting you through this twaddle...now on to the story proper. :)
Copyright June 2006
Crap For Brains had been released from hospital the previous day, after his recent Girl Guide induced heart attack. He was taking a week off work to fully recover from the ordeal, and was just sitting in front of his computer, tap-tap-tapping away messages to his online friends, telling them what had happened that had kept him away for the last several days, when there was a knock at the door.
"Oh sh...."
CFB got up and headed to the door, grabbing a couple of thesauruses (thesauri?) off the coffee table on the way. He'd dealt with a Girl Guide once already this month, and that was one too many.
"Who is it?" he asked, keeping his voice calm and flat for the most part.
"Postman", came the clipped answer, and CFB unbolted and opened the door at once. Then he looked outside.
"Hi again CFB!" Becky said, smiling and waving up at him. Then another girl of about the same age appeared next to her.
"Holy fu—they're multiplying!" CFB muttered, and moved to close the door, realising too late that both girls had already entered his flat. He turned to look at them; Becky looked the same as before, and the other girl was like a small clone of her, aside from having blonde hair in a chin-length bob and a pair of piercing blue eyes. And the straps of her right sandal appeared to be held together with nothing more than a few bits of string.
"Hello Mr. Brains", the new girl said happily, holding out her hand to shake his, "I'm Rhiannon, but everyone just calls me Rea. I'm the new girl!"
"Hi Rea", CFB said back, taking her hand warily and shaking it. "Hello Becky", he said, simply nodding at her, afraid of getting too close in case he had another heart attack. "So what are you two girls doing here today, then?" he asked, moving about the kitchen to get himself a frozen bottle of Coca-Cola out of the freezer, and started sucking on it like a lollipop.
"Well Mr. Brains," said Becky, moving forward a little. CFB flinched away from her, making her pause. "We were in the neighbourhood, and I thought it might be a good opportunity to introduce to you our troop's newest recruit, Rea. Plus I wanted to see if you were alright, as you still haven't collected on any of the nookies you bought yet."
"Yes, well", CFB said a little huffily, still sucking on his ice-drink, "I've been in hospital recovering from our last meeting". Becky gave a small "Oh", and Rhiannon hummed a little tune quietly to herself, twisting about on the spot in a bashful manner.
"Also", Becky added, "I thought you might like the opportunity to..."
"Ohhhhhhhh no", said CFB, sitting down at the kitchen table, a resolved look on his face. The girls sat opposite him. "I'm not falling for that one again.
"Whatever do you mean, Mr Brains?" Rhiannon asked timidly. CFB felt something under the table, but thought he must have imagined it.
"I ended up £100 out of pocket last time this little business tycoon popped by", he said, "plus I spent a week recuperating in hospital."
"Yeah", Becky said, and bumped her sandalled foot against his calf again, deliberately. "But it was worth it wasn't it CFB?" she added, a sly smirk on her face. Then she pulled the ankle-straps down on her sandals and kicked them off under the table, looking at CFB through heavily lidded eyes. He tried to get up... but found that at some point when he hadn't been paying attention, Rhiannon had moved to stand behind him, pushing his chair against the table, trapping him in place.
Moments later, CFB felt two totally nude feet gliding up his bare legs, and almost jumped right out of his seat, except that he would´ve hit the table on his way up.
"So CFB", said Becky, walking her bare toes slowly up his lower legs, and caressing his downy-covered shins with her silky smooth insteps, "would you care to purchase some of Rea's Girl Scout Nookies as well? They aren't actually on sale until the New Year, Girl Scout directive, but we can offer you a special premium on advanced bookings."
"No..... unnnh....." CFB moaned, as Becky moved her feet higher up now, rubbing her toes in small circles over his kneecaps and around the sides of the knees; his legs shook as her soft feet kept sliding slowly up, up, up...
"Are you sure, CFB?" she asked again, smiling at his incoherency. "Right now, Rea is still in training, but we're already taking advanced nookie sales of £10 each". One foot slid up and over the already large hard lump in his shorts and CFB jerked hard in his seat, already feeling himself leaking, and she hadn't even put her feet directly on his cock yet.
"Oh...... goddddddddddddddddd....... nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggh.... noooooooo........" CFB groaned again, losing his train of thought as Becky slipped both feet over and around his bulge, before working the zip down and sliding her feet into his shorts, fishing his cock out from inside. It twitched and bounced between her high arches, and dribbled pre-cum copiously over her soles as she continued to speak in those soft sexy tones she used when conducting business with horny older guys.
"She's really good at it, too... very agile, and all the fellas seem to go for the shy little-girl-lost act, they think it's sexy; what do you think CFB?" She said, as she curled the toes of her right foot around the shaft of his cock and rubbed the big toe across it's wet head, while she pressed the toes of her left foot gently yet firmly against his balls, making him thrust upwards involuntarily. His whole body began to spasm, and then Rhiannon almost sent him over the edge.
"My sandal's broken", she whined in a cute little-girl voice, "could ya fix it for me CFB?" she said, reaching around from behind him and placing her sandalled foot on top of CFB's dick, grinding down ever so slightly and wiggling the cute foot side to side. Her white knee sock fell down around her ankle and the twine holding the toe-strap in place finally snapped under the pressure of her curling her toes under it. CFB stared at her foot in his lap, toes wiggling in their sock almost hypnotically, drawing his gaze down... then she shifted her foot, trapping his erection between her socked sole and the leather of her sandal, and began rolling it from side to side.
CFB sat there, sort of vibrating where he sat, drooling out of the corner of his mouth, eyes glazed over.
"I think we got him", Rhiannon whispered to Becky, who smiled back.
"Told ya he was easy; see how simple it is?" Becky said back just as quietly, smugly. CFB began spurting small wads of cum all over the underside of Rhiannon's socked foot, but she kept going. Once he'd been milked dry, she lifted the foot from his lap, pulled the ruined sandal of her foot, and rubbed it all over his face. CFB was too out of it by now to do anything but sit there, spasming occasionally.
Becky got up from her seat and walked round the small table, swaying her hips sexily from side to side, while Rhiannon gave the convulsing CFB a pen an order form, already filled in to indicate a pre-order of 200 of Rhiannon's nookies.
"Go on CFB, sign; ya know ya wanna", Rhiannon drawled seductively in his ear. CFB began to sign, then finally came back to his senses and grabbed Rhiannon's foot instead.
"Wha...?" Rhiannon said, caught off guard as CFB yanked her sock off her foot and began rubbing her toes with both hands. She tried to pull away, but his grip was surprisingly firm considering what he'd just been through, and the foot-rub quickly sapped all her strength. She just leant against the back of the chair, moaning blissfully at the uncalled-for treatment of her appendage, as he then took her toes into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them. Rhiannon got lost in the moment, grinding herself against the back of CFB's chair. Her cheeks flushed bright red and her eyelids fluttered closed.
"You can't do this!" Becky said, dumbfounded. "We're the ones calling the shots here, not you!"
"Well can't I just get a small free sample if I'm gonna make such a large advance order?" CFB managed to make out between sucking now on Rhiannon's instep, causing a large red mark to rapidly appear as he gave her small slim bare foot a massive hickey while she squirmed on her standing leg, gyrating her crotch around on the edge of the chair-back, moaning lewdly and loudly.
"Free sample? This isn't some new line at the... supermarket... y'....." Becky started off fervently, but quickly lost steam as CFB snuck one hand around her waist, pulling her to him, and then slid it under the back of her skirt, running one finger forward and backward over the underside of her thin pink panties. Becky's mouth hung open in a silent "O" shape, her eyes staring straight ahead at nothing. Her knees trembled a little, and then Becky fell against him, one prepubescent tit displayed prominently right in front of his mouth. He took it in his mouth right through her cotton blouse and suckled it gently, causing Becky to gasp and moan out loud, too sexed up to argue right now about fair business practice.
In the end, Rhiannon was the first to come, pounding her little virgin cunt against the chair over and over, and a small jet of cum spurted down her thigh as she fell to the ground, her other foot pulling free of CFB's grip with gravity's helping hand.
Becky, with her legs turning to jelly beneath her, had climbed onto CFB's lap and was repeatedly thrusting her hips at his dick, her legs wrapped around him and the chair to help brace herself for the motions. Her eyes were big, her breathing coming short and sharp, hot and heavy, and wet in his ear as she tongued the shell and panted down his ear canal in raw, desperate, primal need....
They came together, he grunting out "Oh... ungh..... Reb.....ec-ca!" as he shot all over her belly. Becky pulled off just in time, not willing to get herself pregnant by a mere customer and having enough self-control still for that one act, before moaning loudly, "Ahhhh..... Rea!" and rubbing her bare foot over the younger girl's crotch where she lay on the floor, causing Rhiannon to experience a second and even more intense orgasm than the first one had been.
Some minutes later, all three were once again dressed and presentable, all traces of cum removed from all bodies, yadda yadda yadda, and CFB signed the order form.
"Well", he said half-jokingly, "if your nookies are anything like that one was, 200 may not be enough!"
"You were right about him being into feet", Rhiannon said to Becky, ignoring CFB completely now he had fulfilled his part of the process. "I just wish they were all as easy to hook."
"What?" CFB was astounded. "You mean you just did all that to get a SALE?!"
They nodded. "We would'a gone further too," said Becky, smirking, "but with you that was all that was needed to....convince you." She took the clipboard and pen and they strolled out, Rhiannon leaving both her sandals (one torn) and her socks behind on the table as a little 'present' for CFB.
"Oh yeah", Becky added in a bored tone of voice, "your nookie tokens will be sent shortly." As they walked out of the door, leaving CFB staring open-mouthed after their pert arses swaying tantalisingly behind them, a large crate of tokens suddenly teleported out of nowhere and crashed down on top of CFB's television, totally destroying it. It said on the side "ParcelFarce Rapid Delivery service".
A courier handed CFB a clipboard to sign that he'd received his parcel from them, and didn't realise that his signing also gave them a £5000 tip included in the cost of receiving such a large parcel so rapidly.
© Crap for Brains 2006
